
It was my senior year, and I had finally earned the dignified title of cheerleading captain. The pressure was all one me to be the best captain, and a supportive friend to an extraordinary team. I loved the girls dearly, and I was willing to do whatever it took to win the Championship. After a couple of my fellow teammates declined the offer to compete at Nationals, my disappointment level increased dramatically. In my opinioin, such an opportunity should not have been wasted, but without two girls we didn't stand a chance against other teams. Practice for conference was held everyday for hours taht seemed to stretch for eternity. Our lives revolved around the sport; there was no time for anything else. Although frustration and anxiety rose whitin the girls, I pushed them to the limit. I was positive that they flet hatred, but I could not let it phase me. The day of the VCC Championship Competition sprang upon us like the days before had vanished. My coach demanded that the girls remain in the locker room while the other teams practiced on the mat. The loud booms of the music sent a chill down my spine, and I prayed that I worked my team hard enough to be prepared for this. In the short seconds before our music blasted from the speakers, I caught my sister's eye. Her foot was in my sweaty hand, and the pressure of her weight pushed on my shoulder. No sound came to my ears, but I saw her quietly whisper, "You are the best captain. We got this!" The Fuqua Varsity Cheerleaders took the Championship title that day. It was the first time in twelve years that the cheerleading team was capable of putting a banner on our gym wall. Throughout the process, I had unwavering dedication. Althought the practices were grueling, the girls were thankful in the end. That was the happiest day of my life. What more could a senior captain ask for?